Path Between Life And Death

I was in a deep silence Without knowing what happens around. My eyes were closed My body was stiff I realized, I am weightless and flying to some where. I was floating through a narrow tunnel between two different worlds It was a deep, cold tunnel. I reached to a white light of peace I could see white clouds floating around It was a paradise with golden streets. There I saw some one with divinity sitting on a gold throne Angels with white wings were singing and dancing around I looked here and there to find someone familiar But that world was completely strange Suddenly someone forced to get me back on track Again I flew back through the same cold, dark tunnel with a jerk I entered somewhere I am back to my same old body, back to function again.

I was working as the head teacher of a high school for many years.I have written many poems in English, Urdu and Malayalam. But i never had the confidence to bring it to the public .Better to say, i never tried for it due to lack of confidence.Now i got a platform to bring myself forward.Thanks to the editorial board of high on poems.I enjoy reading and writing.

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